Page 37 of Only the Devil
On it. Lunch? Text me the time and I’ll meet you outside the lobby.
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No can do. I’ve got plans.
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I hate having to text him that. I’d invite him to join us, but we just kissed and things might be weird between us.
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The gossipers invited me to lunch.
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Do I need to text an explanation? Obviously, no. But I’m a decent human being and not a jerk. My lips tingle at the memory of the kiss, of his solid muscle beneath my fingers. I blink the memory away. I’ll need to talk to him later to clear the air. We shouldn’t be blurring lines. Besides, I need to focus on learning what I can about Jocelyn and Sterling Financial, then get out of here and back to my place in Chicago. Just because Rhodes turned down my resignation letter doesn’t mean that’s a forever scenario.
I’m midway through my morning, studying a string of code used to monitor fluctuations in markets, when my phone screen flashes.
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Rhodes MacMillan
Bored playing Sherlock Holmes yet?
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Like almost always, he has me smiling. He’s not a typical boss. Nope. And that’s why he’s never fired my ass. He’s a friend.
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Order and method take time.
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It took Holmes at least sixty minutes to solve every crime and that was his career.
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Rhodes MacMillan
What do you do all day?
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Do I hear a whine in that question?
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Same shit I did when I worked for you
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Rhodes MacMillan
You still work for me
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